I Mean I treat him like a baby, but he's a dog...

That's my Mr. Magoo!
(did I ever say I named him that cus he has a poopie left eye thats smaller than the other and cloudy due to his neglect? cute huh?)

My Mom said, he probably thinks he was rescued from the puppy mill and put into witness protection.

A friend says I'm confusing him

And a special guy friend says he shouldn't be wearing pink because he can't defend himself.



But I say, he looks freaking cute, and it kept him dry in the cold rain. He was a puppy mill stud who lived his life in squallar, listening to his friends be shot, and banging bitches all day. (no, seriously...) So I don't think he really minds being snuggled up on the couch on MY down comforter, hogging MY pillow (did you notice?) wearing a pink jacket.



I had to wear hand-me-down clothes too, so I can understand not having my own special things. It's just unfortunate that his older sibling happens to be a girl. She has good taste!